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Vegas, baby!
Mar. 12th, 2007 02:50 pmBlanket *hugs* for everyone who gave me hugs on my whiny emo post. It really did help enormously, and y'all are such good people. (I mean, unless you don't want to be thought of as a good person, in which case, you're a bad person whose Machiavellian scheme to appear good was a masterful success. *applauds genteelly*)
So, it's the post-Spring-Forward Monday, after a whirlwind weekend of fabulous fangirly fun (and Muskrat madness) with![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
brooklinegirl and mrsronweasley and misspamela. (Um, it is occasionally clear that I've read too many comic books, isn't it, True Believers?) I should be wicked bummed, right?
Wrong. I am wicked bouncy, and I will tell you why.
Vegas, baby!
As is theoretically a yearly tradition, The Boy and I are leaving for Vegas on Wednesday, and coming back the following Tuesday. It's the first weekend of March Madness, the NCAA basketball tournament, and friends of ours from around the country meet up in Vegas to sit in one sports book or another, gambling and drinking (your drinks get comped if you're gambling, generally).
Three years ago, this gathering was our friend Matt's bachelor party. Two years ago was the reunion, and was my first trip ever to Vegas. Last year, we were instead in Ft. Lauderdale for our friend Mike's wedding (The Boy and I are totally reliable wedding invitees. We dress nice, we charm the relatives, we give money, and we'll show up damn near anywhere--we've also flown to Baltimore, Orlando, and Paris for weddings). So this is only my second trip there, and I am so very excited.
( Every now and then, I am very much reminded that my childhood environment? So very much not like most people's. )
This is exactly what I need right now, and I'm glad I didn't try to talk The Boy out of it this year, even though we're 18 days away from the Jamboree. Rest up, recharge, then set-'em-up-and-knock-'em-down: Jamboree, apartment, job. I am brimming with confidence. I believe in me! Hoowah!
*is dork*
So, it's the post-Spring-Forward Monday, after a whirlwind weekend of fabulous fangirly fun (and Muskrat madness) with
brooklinegirl and mrsronweasley and misspamela. (Um, it is occasionally clear that I've read too many comic books, isn't it, True Believers?) I should be wicked bummed, right?Wrong. I am wicked bouncy, and I will tell you why.
Vegas, baby!
As is theoretically a yearly tradition, The Boy and I are leaving for Vegas on Wednesday, and coming back the following Tuesday. It's the first weekend of March Madness, the NCAA basketball tournament, and friends of ours from around the country meet up in Vegas to sit in one sports book or another, gambling and drinking (your drinks get comped if you're gambling, generally).
Three years ago, this gathering was our friend Matt's bachelor party. Two years ago was the reunion, and was my first trip ever to Vegas. Last year, we were instead in Ft. Lauderdale for our friend Mike's wedding (The Boy and I are totally reliable wedding invitees. We dress nice, we charm the relatives, we give money, and we'll show up damn near anywhere--we've also flown to Baltimore, Orlando, and Paris for weddings). So this is only my second trip there, and I am so very excited.
( Every now and then, I am very much reminded that my childhood environment? So very much not like most people's. )
This is exactly what I need right now, and I'm glad I didn't try to talk The Boy out of it this year, even though we're 18 days away from the Jamboree. Rest up, recharge, then set-'em-up-and-knock-'em-down: Jamboree, apartment, job. I am brimming with confidence. I believe in me! Hoowah!
*is dork*
